I thought I would tell you what is happening now, for five years now I’ve been fighting to keepy my family home I have received five eviction notices but I’m still living in our home my husband at the time had set up a trust abroad I have been fighting for five years to keep my home last Thursday 128 pages of proof went to the judge, but nothing in the papers indicate that he is the beneficiary of the trust so consequently I have to leave my family home. He is a multimillionaire. I.End up with very little. Not enough to buy another home..so I reliant on the Council providing me with a bungalow as I am now totally disabled.
I spent 30 years of being abused.The CPS have taken five years to decide whether or not they will prosecuting him..I pray to God, that they will prosecute him.But I’m not famous I’m not rich my name is not known in the public eye,so I don’t hold out much hope.They even wanted to-know after I sent all the photographs of the bruises on my legs, arms and face they wanted to knowhow did I get them even though I had sent a statement? To them.
I also suffer from post-traumatic shock,and foreign accent syndrome,I wonder what life will be like,I am going to be honest with you all I feel suicidal.what is the point of going on? My son wants me to move to Telford. I don’t want to leave the countryside. They are so many places that my little doggy can go to here where I can walk or use my electric wheelchair to get around there is nothing where my son lives. I feel I’m being pulled in a direction I don’t want to go.I don’t want to move out of the countryside.My Son works, my daughter-in-law works, my grandson works.
Where I am now I have friends,I have a good friendship with my neighbours with my church.I am lost. I have spent every penny paying for the solicitor.And I have lost everything.It’s not the possessions it’s people like ourselves who deserve to get justice. I don’t understand all I did when I was married was look after him., looking after our homes making everything beautiful, doing everything he told me to do eating everything that you put down in front of me even though I didn’t like it.I became bulimic his food was the same every night for 30 years. I ate the same meals at the same time every day.Now I’m on my own with my little doggy. I eat. what I want to, when I want to, I can laugh and clap my hands without being told to stop it. It’s taking me a long time many years to be able to start to feel comfortable eating, having a drink finding out who I am . I am a work in progress. What I desire is to have justice. Justice for every woman every man and child who have been abused by a narcissistic,pathological ,liar. Take care everyone God bless you all love Liz
